It's snowing and I don't care. The ground's now a different color and cold.
My landlord shovels chunks like a miner of the past:
he hacks and coughs outside without a mask.
The world's less magic when you get it,
and you get it once and forever and you're stuck
and you can't remember wonder the way it used to be just a thing.
I'm sick of birthdays. They really scare me,
brandishing their oh-so-special, limited state.
Don't remind me the length of a decade
and how much I forgot about the way I used that space.
The world's less magic when you get it,
and you get it once and forever and you're stuck
and you can't remember wonder the way it used to be just a thing.
This fish is sick of water. This fish is sick.
That bird is bored with flying. The cats are pissed.
"look at the stars. look how they shine for you."
Look at the stars. They couldn't even see you if they could do anything.